Moth Harris

Rookie - 20 Points (Oct 1st 1990 / Detriot)

Moth Harris Poems

81. I'Ve Kept My Eyes Shut 10/12/2008
82. Humming Bird 10/12/2008
83. A Simple Prayer 10/20/2008
84. I Wanna Show You How I Feel 1/25/2009
85. Cold And Alone 2/9/2009
86. You'Re Just My Reflection 2/17/2009
87. Returning The Favor 2/21/2009
88. When A Vampire Loves A Human 2/21/2009
89. Every Dog Will Have It's Day 2/21/2009
90. Bright Blue 2/24/2009
91. Grown Up 6/11/2009
92. Defeated 6/11/2009
93. Doubt 6/24/2009
94. Cars And Pretty Women 6/24/2009
95. In Editting 6/24/2009
96. Love Lost In Time 6/30/2009
97. Byrd 7/19/2009
98. Sweet Hearts 7/20/2009
99. Love And Roses 7/21/2009
100. Humming To The Stars 7/21/2009
101. Simple 7/21/2009
102. This Is Real 7/21/2009
103. Plastic Emotions 7/22/2009
104. Favorably Abstract 7/29/2009
105. Mornin' Memories 6/1/2009
106. Ever Since 6/1/2009
107. I Met You 6/1/2009
108. Long Ago 6/2/2009
109. Crush 6/3/2009
110. Time And Love 6/3/2009
111. No More Empty Words (Rewrite 6/3/09) 6/3/2009
112. Through My Eyes 6/8/2009
113. Pizzeria 4/6/2009
114. Pathes 5/29/2009
115. It Was Just A Lie 9/20/2009
116. A Past Not My Own 9/21/2009
117. Caring Eyes 9/30/2009
118. I'M Going To Hell 10/3/2009
119. I'Ll Wait For You 10/6/2009
120. Captivating Is The Flame 10/15/2009
Best Poem of Moth Harris

#100 - Faction

It's the ghost in the mirror, the shadow in the corner of the room.
The cascading thoughts that drift through my mind so steadily.
It breaks and scrapes, takes away, again, again, another day.
It's where you are, what you've become, darkness.
It's a memory that rests in me, the forgotten, the fools.
Old weapons, just tools. A broken butter knife, made of plastic.
The sense of things that do not condence,
A mirror with no reflection, the blindness of night.
Light or dark has no preception of wrong or right.

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This Poem Is Mine

There's a thin line to define
A sign so intwined by vines
All kinds and at different times
You may find in your mind
they bind and confine
What is signed to this sign
A rhyme hidden by symbolic vines
It's all kept inside...

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